Sometimes I call it Tuesday Sometimes I call it the best day of my life Maybe that was a Friday Making conversation with box of wine Oh, love, I'll only call you when I'm drunk On Tuesday On Tuesday Sometimes I think I'm mundane Sometimes I think I'm better off like my dad Maybe that's progressive Or maybe that's the working class Oh, love, I'll only call you when I'm drunk On Tuesday On Tuesday My friends say we are the lucky ones In terms of our relationship Alcoholic tendencies underneath our fingertips I think I love you I think I know you Or is it only liquor speak? I wanna love you I wanna know you Sometimes I call it a Tuesday Sometimes I think that I am doing fine Sometimes I call it a Tuesday Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day of my life Sometimes it's the best day

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It goes like ABC (All Boys Cry) MTV (Men Touch Vaginas) BET (Bitches Eat Tacos) You wanna be seen with me ABC (All Boys Cry) MTV (Men Touch Vaginas) BET Showtime Wish he had a remote just to control me We was supposed to be friends, he was my homie He was there when I was lonely, hungry Now he seems phony A real fucking show off Cold shoulder, wipe the snow off Can't believe I cut my bro off But I had to cut my bro off It goes like ABC MTV BET You wanna be seen with me

I ain't tryna rush things, but it's been while now People have names and they all smile now Throwing in the towel now Bitch you better bow down Throwing in the towel now Tell them bitches calm down Get on your knees, baby Copy of the keys, baby Loving your steez, baby Brushing off fleas, baby I don't really wanna have to ask you twice Yeah, I'll be your girl if you ask me nice I'll light to you in a thousand dice Easy to see, like a dangling light I don't wanna rush ya (Won't you realize, I'm the one) Hope that you trust me (Won't you realize, I'm the one) I don't wanna rush ya (Won't you realize, I'm the one)

I like nice things (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Buy me nice things (Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Give me compliments (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Please have common sense Open the door Tell her that you ready to explore Yeah, Aventador Yeah, I had to chalk him, I got bored Uh, I need support Like a sports bra, bae, I need support I say less is best, but I need more Shoulda took me shoppin' to the store I can't fuck with you no more When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now Goin' out to eat, don't eat no meat now Yeah, we from the streets, you get a beat-down Skin tanned 'cause we livin' on the beach now Shinin' like a diamond, fine dinin' Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand Bitch, I'm wildin', stranded on an island Money pilin', Rolex 'cause I put that time in (ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Put the time in (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Yeah, open the door Tell him you got money, but need more Yeah, in a Porsche Call me a gold digger, yes, of course I'm in Dior I think I just might buy me a horse Basketball game, we on the floor I need me new bags just to adore I can't fuck with you no more When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now Goin' out to eat, don't eat no meat now Yeah, we from the streets, you get a beat-down Skin tanned 'cause we livin' on the beach now Shinin' like a diamond, fine dinin' Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand Bitch, I'm wildin', stranded on an island Money pilin', Rolex 'cause I put that time in (ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Put the time in (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Yeah, open the door Tell 'em that you tired of bein' poor (I need change, nigga) Yeah, style galore Pull up in a tank, ready for war (doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo) Thank the Lord Got my passport, took me on tour Tried to ride the wave, now all aboard Champagne for the pain, can you pour? You got me fucked up You got me fucked up You got me fucked up You got me fucked up (Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)

I must be a criminal (Yo) Keep your talkin' minimal (Yo) 'Cause most of it's subliminal (Yo) And it'll put you in a critical (Yo, yo) Used to be invisible (Yo) They would refer to me as mythical (Yo) Sipping on Mastika, yeah, I sip it slow (Yo) Not on my level, not on your tippy-toes (Yo) Walk in the bank and I yell, gimme those (Yo) Hot as a stove, yeah, I'm wearing Fendi clothes (Yo) I'm want my spot, yeah, look at Wendy nose (Yo) My niggas eating, they getting minerals (Yo) If you throw shots, then you know my men'll roll (Yo) Up on your block, now you looking pitiful (Yo) Tinted the windows, I need a minute, yo (Yo) I'll leave your missus all mad and miserable (Go) You picked the wrong time to pick a fight Your bitch a dyke, she think she Ike You sippin' on a drink that's spiked Enough for you to say goodnight For the rest of your life I know your sons won't miss you I did a favor for them niggas Took a loss to a winner Rick Ross, you been dinner You ain't fly, I make your wings stop I'm real as fuck and your ring's not Fresh as hell like a king's socks Your real car is a slingshot Don't need a gun, I use a slingshot If I was a beverage You would have to drink hot Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Yo, yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Go) Having flashbacks, where yo' past at? Where the cash at? Ayo, pass that I will stab backs just for bags, racks Front on me and I'll punch yo' ass flat Are you okay? Please don't ask that I don't act black, got a fat cat You a rat-rat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-a-tat-tat Tattoos, but you can't see 'em Ice cold, yeah, I'm going skiing I get around at the Colosseum Used to roam around with no pot to pee in I was pissed off Get away with murder like Christophe You get criss-crossed in the big loft I'm a big boss So much sauce, I drip broth The wait is over, I'm takin' over (Yo) You're overweight, you ate a soda (Yo) I'm super sober, you doing coke (Yo) Coca-Cola (Yo, yo) Ahead of you, like a closure (Yo) When Troy died, I had to find some closure (Yo) Don't push me, bitch, I am not a stroller (Yo) Pop off on a nigga like bread in toaster (Yo) Double D-cup, you should use a coaster (Yo) I'm on the post I need the deal like kosher (Yo) So I shop it over, blue faces (Yo) And I call 'em Grovers (Yo) Butter pecan Rover, I'm that odor (Yo) Wanna be like me when I get older (Yo) Talked to God, then he came over (Yo) Talked to God, then he came over (Yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Yo, yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) Got a job I gotta do (Yo) I get down and dirty, too (Yo) What it is? What it do? (Yo) Same shit, nothin' new (Go)